(ian hunter/darrel bath)
(transcribed by colin ford)
On the avenue of dead umbrellas
In a place where nothin’ sleeps
No one’s pickin’ up the pieces — no one speaks
Snow falls down — God dusts funky town
For once this place looks pure
Tell that to the people who live in the wind — they ain’t so sure
In the middle of a violent night — in the glare of a naked light
In the middle of a nightmare
At the bottom of the deepest well — in the middle of a private hell
Shit scared — out there — nowhere
Then I open my eyes — ice on the window — the sun is tryin’ to break through
Then I open my eyes — in the land of the livin’ — and it’s all right
Seen a man rattle in a battle that no one could win
I had to turn my soul away
Shit’s gonna happen — whether you like it or not
S’ just the way it is
Then I open my eyes — boats on the river — headin’ down the east side
Then I open my eyes — and the trash(? ) slips away
Soft and supple — like some alibi
You been walkin in her sleep — there ain’t no cure for the secrets you hide
In the middle of my wildest dream — in a place where nothin’s what it seems
At the time of a great loss
From the hoods and the broken homes — this danger’s got a smell of it’s own
In the middle of c-c-chaos
In the valley of the shadow of death — the bellevue boys out kickin’ ass
In the middle of fire
Inside the belly of the beast — in a place where wonders never cease
You go higherhigherhigher
Then I open my eyes — life in a nutshell — it’s over ’fore you know it
Then I open my eyes
And the city wakes up — puts coffee in cups — when I open my eyes
And the kids go to school — imus rules — when I open my eyes
I love you n’ you love me
N’ it rains so I buy an umbrella from the guy on 23rd and second avenue